Apologies, I really rushed this chapter, the next chapters should be better. ^^

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Snowpaw's P.O.V.

Time passes quickly, that's what Cloudtail always told Snowpaw, and the last half-moon had certainly flown by. Like an out of reach bird passing through, no one could control it, nor could they catch it. The night of the gathering had arrived, the night they were to leave the clans on their journey.

Snowpaw and his littermates had specifically asked Bramblestar if they could stay at camp and so not to make the dark brown tabby suspicious, they had said they wanted to stay behind so they would be strong for training the next day.

If only he knew, Snowpaw thought with a chuckle as he peered into the Apprentices' Den. Dewpaw and Amberpaw were in there sleeping, building up their strength for the journey. For the last half-moon, a StarClan warrior had been guiding the paws of each of them. Cinderpelt, the former ThunderClan medicine cat, was Snowpaw's guardian. Despite him not being a medicine cat, he had been teaching her all the herbs and diseases that they might need to know and although it didn't interest the white tom terribly, he listened very carefully to the smoky grey she-cat's words in the knowledge that it could save one of their lives on the journey.

Reluctantly, the snow-furred tom took a deep breath and stepped inside. He padded over to Amberpaw's nest and gently prodded her side with a white forepaw.

"Wha?" Amberpaw murmured drowsily, but upon recognising her brother, she instantly jumped to her paws. She nodded to Snowpaw before approaching the sleeping Dewpaw and poking him awake.

"What now? Can't you see I'm trying to"- Dewpaw snarled, then broke off when realisation finally hit him.

"It's time," Snowpaw murmured, "And could you try to be quieter please?" he asked, a sting in his usually calm and collected voice.

Dewpaw nodded, amber eyes drifting to the hollow outside. Snowpaw beckoned them to follow with a flick of his tail as he stepped out into the moonlight. The gathering party had set off a few moments earlier and the hollow was completely empty, every cat either being at the gathering or in their nests.

Dewpaw and Amberpaw followed Snowpaw in silence. The only sound was the gentle dozy purrs of sleeping cats and the occasional snore, all was still.

The scents of the forest overwhelmed Snowpaw, tempting him as he let his amber gaze wash over the hollow, the place he'd been born and grown up in. And we're leaving it all behind.

The thought that they may never return upset Snowpaw deeply, but he tried to not let it get to him. He made the most of this last view of ThunderClan's camp, his home. He soaked up every nook and cranny, he didn't want to forget this place, not ever.

There was the medicine cat den, where Jayfeather had tended to his wounds after the battle and where, as a kit, he'd been taken after accidentally swallowing a poppy seed. Brightheart thought he was going to die, a bit of an overreaction on her behalf seeing as she had excellent knowledge of herbs for a warrior.

The medicine cat den was also where he'd shared those precious moments with Seedflight. Although little had been spoken between them lately due to his mad training schedule, he still couldn't get those memories out of his mind.

Seedflight. The name had a ring to it, she was so kind, gentle, but knowledgeable and brave. I might never see her again. He shook away the thoughts and let his amber eyes lap over the nursery, where he'd spent those six moons as a kit. I thought the day I became an apprentice would never come, he thought with an amused chuckle.

And then there was the Elders' Den. It was there that his parents, Brightheart and Cloudtail, resided now, their warrior days long gone. He had spent many painful moments in there, checking the elders for ticks and changing their bedding.

But there were also many good memories of that den. It was where he and his littermates would gather and listen to stories as a kit and of course, where he learnt of SkyClan, the lost clan.

His thoughts were side tracked to the journey ahead of him and his littermates and all of a sudden he felt completely out of his depth and overwhelmed by the task ahead. I still have so much more to learn, we're apprentices for StarClan's sake!

He tried to shake away the doubtful thoughts that flooded his mind, we can't afford to think that way. We are as ready as we'll ever be, SkyClan need us.

"We must leave now," he whispered and with a nod to his littermates, he ducked under the thorn barrier and led them away from everything they'd ever known.

Their departure of the three cats been quiet, but not quite enough, for from the entrance of a bramble den, watched a pair of bright amber eyes. They're leaving? Why? Where are they going? Thoughts overloaded the small cat's mind and he shook away the thoughts, I must tell someone; they're leaving their clan!

He glanced around the den at sleeping cats around him, Mouse-dung! No one else is awake! He sat down in his nest once more and let his amber eyes dart around the den.

Surely someone must be up! I can't be the only one! Exhaustion nibbled away at him and he forced a sigh, I guess it can wait until tomorrow.

He sunk into his nest and finally couldn't resist the urge to sleep. Within moments, he was sound asleep in his soft mossy nest.

Snowpaw made sure they kept up a steady pace as they travelled through ThunderClan territory. They stopped to hunt briefly, seeing an opportunity, but after that, the white tom had insisted on no more stops until it was time to rest, and only then when they were out of clan territory.

He couldn't quite believe that they'd actually left their clan and that they were really setting out on their journey. Will my clan miss me? What will they think about us leaving? They'll probably think us traitors.

His head hung low at the thought and his ears drooped. Amberpaw noticed his change in behaviour and fell in beside him, amber eyes glittering with concern.

"What's wrong?" she asked the snow-white tom, "Are you worried about the journey ahead?"

Snowpaw shook his head solemnly, "No, well, yes, of course I am, I was just thinking about how ThunderClan will react to us deserting them," he meowed honestly, not meeting her amber eyes.

Amberpaw gave him a comforting nudge, "We're not deserting them," she reminded him gently, "We're coming back and besides, we're not just leaving for any ordinary reason, StarClan told us to return the fifth clan!" she meowed, her voice growing stronger with every word.

The snowy-white tom nodded, feeling a little more hopeful. It was only then that he realised they had reached the WindClan border. He took a shuddery breath as his amber eyes fell to the small stream that separated the two clans.

He glanced sideways at Amberpaw only to hear a great SPLASH! His amber gaze returned to the stream where Dewpaw had leapt in and was now swimming across. Upon reaching the other side, the apprentice leapt out of the silvery-black depths and shook himself of the moisture.

Instead of its usual dark grey colour, Dewpaw's pelt was now a solid black because of all the water that clung to it and rather than being fluffy and sticking up, it drooped down.

Snowpaw laughed at his brother; he looked like a soggy RiverClan cat. Because of his long fur, the apprentice usually looked rather big, but now down to his real size, he was about the same size as himself.

"Don't laugh!" Dewpaw hissed, shaking his pelt free of water, "It's your turn next!"

Snowpaw stopped suddenly, realising what his brother had just said. He really didn't want to get wet and cold right now. I could jump across it?

He eyed the dark flowing waters, Yes, I can leap across that. He took a steady breath and took a few steps back for a run up. He paused for a moment, before summoning his strength and darting forwards, paws pounding against the soft grassy floor.

A stride before the stream, he leaped, paws flying through the air. There was that brief moment where he was soaring through the air, almost like a bird. And then he was falling. Falling.

He crashed into the water, bracing at the impact. He flapped helplessly as water flooded his vision and he grew cold. He could hear the distant laughs from Amberpaw and Dewpaw.

Desperately thrashing about, he finally managed to reach the WindClan bank and dragged himself out onto the grass. He was in quite a bedraggled state, his soggy white fur clinging to his frame.

Snowpaw shivered helplessly as his littermates continued to laugh, "It's not funny!" he hissed, shaking as much moisture as he could from his snowy-white fur.

Amberpaw managed to stop laughing and had decided to try Snowpaw's method of crossing the stream. The annoying thing was that she was successful and out of the three was the only one with dry fur.

She flashed the two toms a smug look, amber eyes glittering with amusement.

"Let's get moving," Snowpaw grumbled, giving a last attempt to rid his pelt of water before rising to his paws and taking the lead once more. They set off towards the lakeside, forever wary of WindClan patrols.

As had been agreed for gatherings, they kept within two tail-lengths of the lake as they travelled. Snowpaw was still in disbelief, one, that he had taken a little dip and two, that they had actually left the clans.

"Will they miss us," he murmured, half to himself, "Will they miss us whilst we're gone."

"Of course they will," Dewpaw replied instantly, "We're the only apprentices, the young warriors will have to do all our duties."

Admittedly, that thought cheered Snowpaw up a lot, "But Cinderheart's kits are almost apprentice aged," he reminded the dark grey tom, "Then they'll take our duties and it'll be like we never existed."

"Oh no," Amberpaw mewed suddenly, "Cloudtail and Brightheart will miss us! They'll make sure no-one forgets about us, like they would anyway, and I'm sure Seedflight and Lilystream will remember us," the grey-and-white she-cat gave her brother a playful nudge, "Especially Seedflight."

Snowpaw looked away from her teasing gaze and didn't reply. He didn't want to have a conversation with Amberpaw about Seedflight, not now, he was not in the mood.

In an attempt to end the conversation, he meowed, "I'm sure Molespots will miss you."

Amberpaw suddenly fell silent, clearly embarrassed. She didn't meet her other's teasing eyes.

"Yes, I know you like him," he meowed, enjoying himself by now, "Lilystream told me that you've been mooning over him."

No further words on that subject were spoken. Silence remained unbroken until they reached the tree-bridge. The booming meow of Crowstar could be heard, announcing new apprentices for the clan. The three stopped for a moment, to listen in on the words shared.

"I can't believe we're leaving," Dewpaw murmured, staring down at his paws, amber gaze solemn.

"Exactly my thoughts," Snowpaw replied, "Now, we'd better be moving on," he glanced up at the full moon above, "The gathering will be finishing soon, we don't want the clans to find us."

Amberpaw and Dewpaw nodded in agreement. They kept walking, refusing the urge to stop and rest. Just a little while longer, Snowpaw promised himself, Just a little while.

They were nearing the horseplace when they finally gave in to the inner urges. Dewpaw found the group a small overhanging bramble thicket that would shelter them from any rain and wind.

They didn't bother find bedding, they were too exhausted to care. They slept on a bed of grass that night, and it was fast asleep in exactly the same place that they were found the next day.

Gah, I know, rushed. The next chapters should be better, hopefully. Read and review please!

Leafsplash, over and out.